[h1]Ezra[/h1]

Ezra had an interesting experience at the school so far. Since coming to the school, the series of events that unfolded had become more and more erratic, with him having to barge his way through a massive crowd of students, to running away from a nurse with a needle, to dragging one of the heaviest people he'd ever touched up the stairs, and there he was, in the classroom, just about on time. He'd made it with the boy, and he seemed to not care about being lifted although he didn't appear to be interested in interacting further with Ezra after he had dragged him away from the heroic moment. 

Ezra sat down as the homeroom teacher came in. He didn't want to set a bad first impression, as that was a ticket to getting his ass beat, at least where he was from. He didn't speak to anybody and almost forgot to breathe as he looked calmly at the teacher as he spoke. And he seemed to be a hotshot too by the reactions of the students, though he had no clue who he was. He only knew a couple heroes, and that was only because you'd have to be blind to not know who they were. But by the sound of the lecture that the teacher was giving, he was doing something for the initiation. He couldn't quite figure out a hidden meaning behind the words he was speaking, but the upfront message was that they had to prove themselves because the entrance exam hadn't done a good enough job. He'd expected it after the events this morning, and honestly welcomed it. He was confident, by the appearances of the other students that he was one of the strongest in this room and could easily hold his own in this scenario. His last words before leaving were to stick to his strengths. He knew that. He wasn't a fool.

Heading down the corridor toward his locker, something caught his eye. It was a relatively lonely looking girl with several dark spheres surrounding her. You wouldn't catch them if you wasn't paying attention, but it fascinated him. He assumed that it had something to do with her quirk, but he wasn't completely focused on that. She appeared to be clenching her hands into the jumpsuit and when she looked back toward her locker, she appeared to be on the verge of crying. He had saw that face several times before, and it resonated with him to some extent. It reminded him of how he was back in preschool, when he was his only friend. Trying to lose the bad memories, he found his way to the locker and quickly changed, hoping to catch up to the girl. Whilst he didn't usually sympathise with the weak, it seemed to be a lot more than that.

Easily spotting the girl on the training grounds, she was standing apart from the others, looking extremely awkward. He felt extremely bad for her, but he didn't know what to do. His experience with females in his life has been limited to family members, as he didn't really associate with many girls in his old schools, and he had no idea to approach the scenario. He figured that he'd just do what he could and hopefully help her out before the match. He figured it'd be pointless to beat a potential opponent when they were on the verge of crying before a match. That clearly meant that it wasn't fair.

Walking over to the small girl, Ezra placed his hand on the girls shoulder and looked at her sympathetically. He didn't really know what to say, so when he did speak, it came out awkwardly, although it was obvious that it held genuine connotations.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry if I bothered ya but you look down and I can't not do anythin' about it." he spoke, not really knowing what to do at this stage as he moved his hand away, hoping that it wasn't too much for the girl and she didn't think he was weird. 

[@Riegal]